Light And Shadow Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Chloe was always the life of the party, always full of life, full of energy. But what bothers me more is not the hollowness that I saw from her but the darkness that was now surrounding her. I didn’t see it before but right now I can see it. But the dark shadows that surrounded her right now were nothing like that of Mikey’s. Because Mikey’s shadows have a silvery light surrounding it’s edges. That when Mikey is at ease the light becomes more vivid than the darkness around him. Unlike the one that was surrounding Chloe right now. Because what was surrounding Chloe right now is just pure black.

Everyone is taught the prophecy in primary school: "In the bygone era, the royals, beacons of luminance, relinquished their celestial radiance to shroud The Darkness, veiling it from their subjects, but only for an ephemeral epoch. For in the weaving of fate, an evil unseen shall unfurl The Darkness anew, a forecast foretold by the lamenting birds departing their ancestral throne." "A great tree, colossal and venerable, rent asunder by an inferno's fury, stands bifurcated—half in desolation, half in verdant resplendence."

No matter what you call this power that watches over you - God, fate or something else - this power watches over you, loves you and wants your happiness, but also must be sure that you will not doubt it when the dark times come. Friends, let yourself be carried away by the power of love, never doubt it, and somewhere along the way you will feel the true happiness that only love can give you. It is love that will keep you in the power of the Light, protecting from the dirty claws of Darkness.

They were both afraid for what's to come, out of nowhere. It would be a hungry animal in search of food or a deadly monster who's waiting for its prey. Both of them hope it was just an assumption. “Suppleret nos lumen tuum.” Falla cast a spell as she waved a piece of stick on thin air and a blinding ball of light appeared up above them. It brightens the area close to them. There, a dark hooded figure stepped out of darkness to reveal itself. Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel.

It shifted from shadow to flesh to shadow again. The cloaked figure stood behind the shadow that was trying to crawl toward its target. With its free hand, the figure pushed back the hood of its cloak. Marx saw the face of the woman; solid, then shadow, then solid again. She lifted the shadow to face her, the thing hissing threats. She opened her mouth to show the same wispy columns of white teeth, her face turning partly insubstantial. From the shadow’s mouth, a silvery light appeared. It passed from the shadow to the woman. She released it and it broke apart into nothing.

But one thing was certain: the shadows were closing in, and time was running out. Without hesitation, Evryn took a step forward, her pulse racing. The shadow loomed large, its eyes glowing with a malignant hunger, as if it recognized the role she was to play in this cataclysmic event. And yet, she couldn’t falter. The light from the figure beside her was slowly dimming, its struggle growing more intense with each passing second. The balance between light and darkness was in peril. "Evryn! Close the door! Now!" the figure shouted, their voice strained.

“It’s… alive.” The moment her fingers brushed the first page, light erupted from the book, a sphere of gold fire swallowing the chamber. Kael shielded his eyes, shouting her name. When the light dimmed, Lyra was standing at the center of a vision. She saw the first Oathkeeper kneeling before an altar of shadow, his crown shattered at his feet. The Shadow loomed above him, vast, formless, whispering promises of peace and power. “Your people will be safe,” it hissed. “Your kingdom is eternal. Only swear your blood to me.”

Not knowing what was going on around me had become very hard for me to bear- I just could not take the pain anymore but my body was stuck, jammed. Until I saw a white light eating up the darkness slowly, over shadowing it and engulfing it in its blinding rays. The light was so harsh that I was tempted to shut my already closed eyes but I started to feel a strong pull take over my mind, my body became present in my vision. Suddenly, I saw a shadow heading towards me, it was a silhouette- a very dark one that stood out in the light and my mind told me to run.

The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first. “A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

Usually he was used to being stared at back at his pack, but then it felt unusual and unnatural. Probably because back at home he was in control, but right now he....... wasn't. He tried to take his mind off such thoughts as he drank in the new environment. His pack back at home was quite impressive, but here, in the Night shade hawlers, it was...... majestic. Sleek buildings with a strange but demure setup. Exotic even. They were all painted similarly and had the same construction setup. How could the people here know whose house is which, it all looked very confusing.